Harsh and Blue As Sydney watched Vaughn greet his wife, it wasn’t the compact florescent lighting that made reality harsh and blue; it was knowing that she had no pixie dust to blow gently from her palm, no fairy godmother waiting in the wings. She tugged at Weiss’ sleeve. “My horse-drawn carriage just turned into a pumpkin.” “I hear they get lousy gas mileage.” Like the hot breath that lingered on her neck, his wit warmed her heart. “The road to hell is paved with the things we least expect.” “Like heartfelt confessions?” Weiss blushed. “Like wanting to comfort your best friend’s girl.”   And an alternate version...because I can never decide which I like better. As Sydney watched Vaughn greet his wife, it wasn’t the compact florescent lighting that made reality harsh and blue; it was knowing that she had no pixie dust to blow gently from her palm, no fairy godmother waiting in the wings. She tugged at Weiss’ sleeve. “My horse-drawn carriage just turned into a pumpkin.” “I hear they get lousy gas mileage.” Like the hot breath that lingered on her neck, his wit warmed her heart. “The road to hell is paved with the things we least expect.” “Like wanting what you can’t have?” A blush rose in his cheeks. “Yeah.”
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